i'm not sorry

silver carlton • hitwoman • lost boy get mine and make no excuses waste of precious breath

[scarlettsdarlingarchive]

She understood that snort, she knew Silver way too well – and she could simply nod. Normal wasn’t always normal, but that wasn’t their reality, either.

“Oh, it’s no trouble.” Scarlett looked back at where she imagined John would be, “Little can lighten him up lately, I’m glad you could manage to do that.” She shooke her head, “Apparently I lost this ability – at least for now.”

[silvercarlton-blog]

Silver’s brow furrowed for a split second before she smoothed it out. It frightened her that she hadn’t notice anything change. Not with John, not with Scarlett. She hadn’t noticed until just now.

“I wouldn’t say I lightened him up per say. Just fed him shots until he got really protective over the Jack Daniels.” She kept it light, trying not to draw attention to the fact that her power couple seemed to be having a tough time. “Scarlett, it’s like you want me to ask and I know you’re not going to tell me.” She finally addressed the entire frostiness of the interaction, unable to hid behind a wall of indifference. “I’m here for you. For both of you.”

[scarlettsdarlingarchive]

“Fast is a good way to put it.” She played with the glass, looking at the bubbles swirling up with lips pressed together in a thin way.

“We can just hope things get be to normal as fast.”

[silvercarlton-blog]

She couldn’t help snorting. The definition of normal for them was so warped and twisted that it was another thing Silver wasn’t sure she wanted. 

“I’m sorry that I got your husband trashed. It’s tradition.” The topic of the conversation moved abruptly, it was the only way she knew how to keep Scarlett talking. John was a common ground for them.

[scarlettsdarlingarchive]

She nodded along, watching the place that now she called more than home – the place she was supposed to rule beside her husband.

(But things change, always change.)

“It’s funny, right?” Scarlett, as well, had a soft smile plastered over her red lips. “How things change within a year, and how it fels that they didn’t change at all.”

[silvercarlton-blog]

Silver couldn’t agree with that. Mostly because the year was out and she still hadn’t changed back to how she used to be.

(She didn’t even know if she wanted to.)

“It went fast.” That was all Silver could say in response now. “Everything seems to be moving incredibly fast.”

[scarlettsdarlingarchive]

“I’m sorry.” She spoke softly, wishing that she could talk about what was going on in a easier way. “Everything will get better, eventually.” Scarlett inhaled deeply, far from the smoke coming from her best friend’s cigarette. “Are you enjoying the party, though?”

[silvercarlton-blog]

“Don’t be sorry.” Silver replied as she stared out to Neverland. It was so much busier than it usually was, the adventures were down there and Silver stood above them, cold and judging.

A wry smile found it’s way onto her lips and she shrugged. “I’ve always enjoy a party. And it is New Years.”

[scarlettsdarlingarchive]

Scarlett let out a soft laugh, turning her wedding ring on her hand as a reminder that this was her life now – and everything that came with. “I am a bartender, I don’t think that can’t leave my system.” She didn’t move at her friends touch, didn’t turn to face her, either; simply shook her head. “No, I have champagne.”

[silvercarlton-blog]

Her hand dropped and she took an inhale of the stick in her hand, the tip glowing a soft red. In the past, she would have pressed, pushed, forced Scarlett to talk about whatever what was going through her head. Now, there was only silence. It was small things like this that had changed in the past year. “Of course.”

[scarlettsdarlingarchive]

“Yeah, yeah.” She glanced at her, smiling softly, hiding the shiver running down her spine with a sigh. “Mostle tired, I believe. All those people are making me dizzy.”

[silvercarlton-blog]

Silver finally lit her cigarette, her own soft smile on her face. “I thought you’d be used to it. Or has the bartender finally left your system?” She joked but there was a layer of concern under the tone for her friend. “I could get some water...” She suggested softly, her hand gently touching Scarlett’s forearm.

[barkeepdavis]

“It’s a New Year, I know, but I want to have a bar for the rest of it so if you could not trash it, that would be spot on.”

[silvercarlton-blog]

Silver smiled sweetly, patting Leo on the shoulder. Her own drink was looking precariously close to spilling over the edge of the bar until Silver swiped it up. “No promises, old man.”

[emmatiptons]

“A knife? No, I think maybe we should just put down the knives and.. Just.. Have a glass of water.”

[silvercarlton-blog]

Silver pulled a face, one very similar to the one that Alfie would pull when he was disgusted. “Why?”

[scarlettsdarlingarchive]

“I’ll be perfectly fine, thank you.” Scarlett dismessed the coat being handed to her with a wave of her finger, holding her flute of champagne with her other hand as she walked out to the balcony, taking a glance at the city in front of her – and the fireworks that were still coloring thee sky.

[silvercarlton-blog]

Silver was fumbling hard with her smokes as she followed Scarlett outside. “Everything alright?”

[tristangomez]

“A knife, a dart, same difference.”

[silvercarlton-blog]

“Either way, I can kick your ass.”

[maggielawrences]

“So now, I’m cheap, chewed up plastic? Eh, I’ve been called worse.”

[silvercarlton-blog]

“Why you gotta do this to me, Mags? Why you gotta be so rude?”

[mortereros-blog]

“Ummmmm, maybe it’s best to keep the knives in the pocket for now?”

[silvercarlton-blog]

Silver frowned. “But how will I prove that I am not drunk?”

[maggielawrences]

“You shouldn’t be. Remember what a fucking mess I was? I’m doing everyone a favor.”

[silvercarlton-blog]

“You were a fun mess though. Like Lego!”

[silvercarlton-blog]

“I’m not drunk, you’re drunk. Look, look, I bet I can hit that dartboard with a knife.”

[maggielawrences]

“Can you believe this is my second sober New Year’s? Weird, right?”

[silvercarlton-blog]

Silver toasted Maggie with her own very alcoholic drink. “Proud of you.”

[silvercarlton-blog]

curlyrnoble:

“I can remember my name.” And that was it, and she was right – Robert Noble could barely remember his proper name, for his middle name was still a faint memory, always escaping his grasp. Still, the one who had given him that, the same name of his own, had resurfaced, like one of his memories.

Robbie ran his fingers through his hair, unable to look at Silver sitting across him, his eyes glancing at the door ever so often – bring no one.  “It’s just a cafe, I was fancing some.”

“There’s a coffee shop two blocks closer, you walked straight by it so either you’re not ready to go out on your own or you’ve got a different agenda.” Silver sighed, trying to work out how to approach this. For one of the first times, she wished John were by her side, he was the only one out of the three of them that didn’t change. 

“What’s going on, Robbie?”

[silvercarlton-blog]

Silver never used to be able to follow Robbie, it was jarring for her to realize how much it had changed. He looked behind him, some of his instinct was still there but she didn’t think he ever spotted her. Slipping her sunglasses off as Robbie entered the cafe, her brow furrowed. 

Leave him alone in a cafe unarmed or go in and back him up. It wasn’t really a choice, she realized as she pushed the door open. She sat across from him, speaking sternly without any greeting. “Next time, you tell someone where you are going and who you are meeting with, this isn’t okay for someone who can barely remember his name. Are we clear?” She knew she was being harsh but she didn’t know how to show her concern any other way anymore.